Swoon Thursday (18)

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The Rules of Swoon Thursday:

"From the book you are currently reading, or one you just finished, tell us what made you SWOON.  What got your heart pounding, your skin tingling, and your stomach fluttering.  Try to make the Swoon 140 characters so you can tweet it.  Add the #YABOUND hashtag when you tweet."

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Goodreads Summary:

“I like you.” His voice is low and soft, which I don’t deserve. I look away, down the rutted parking lot.

“Don’t... waste those words on me.”
He touches my cheek. “You just need someone to show you.”
“No.” I ease back again. “I don’t. So please, Torrin, stop trying to swoop in and save me. I don’t need saving.”

College freshman Quinn Montgomery will do anything to avoid the mistake her sister made—killing herself over a boy. But when she is forced into nude modeling at a local college to support her family after a bankruptcy, she begins to crack, just enough to let Torrin, the university’s top varsity oarsman, see that the real Quinn is not as feisty and unapproachable as she wants everyone to think. But letting someone in comes at a steep cost and, it turns out, Torrin is connected to Quinn’s family in more ways than she could ever imagine.

What Made Me Swoon:

"He kisses me again.  And this time I do feel his lips.  How warm they are.  How they suspend for the tiniest moment over the corner of my mouth before centering again.  How that tiny moment reminds me of all the other tiny moments we've shared and that makes this kiss enormously different than the first one, like all those tiny moments added up together mean something.  His fingers draw down my sides and he starts to guide me backwards.  My legs bump the edge of his mattress and I sit down.  He knells in front of me.  "Torrin."  "Quinn," his low voice says.  My stomach's a little spongy-like mom's disgusting tofu.  I take a breath and let it out.  Here goes nothing.  "Don't say I didn't warn you."  He smirks.  "Consider me warned."  My fingers dance across his cheek and I pull his face close."  (EARC, 116)  

What Are You Swooning Over?